During an energetic practice session in preparation for a lumberjack contest, Angus Macgregor accidently ripped his favorite shirt.
The distraught logger sought the help of a seamstress.
“I need you to mend my lucky shirt, Maisy.”
“Sorry, Angus. I can’t help you.”
“I don’t have any plaid thread.”
John H. Dromey has recently had speculative poems (scifaiku) published in Star*Line and Eye to the Telescope.